No point? [Dairine stops to turn and look Conan in the eye, her hands still firmly gripping his jacket lest he try to bolt.]

Listen here, punk, since it seems your ears were clogged when I said it before: we don't know what's in there. That ship could be abandoned or armed, peaceful or hostile. We don't know. What we need is to be prepared for any situation. Which means being armed and ready in case we're attacked. And I hate to break it to you, Conan, but brains aside, out here you are just another kid. Your gadgets don't work, remember? So even if you've managed to smuggle a soccer ball somewhere, you're still as good as unarmed.